As he passed the streets, he revolved in his mind projects of future repentance and reformation.

He even meditated, as a just return for Fillide's devotion, the sacrifice of all the reasonings of his birth and education.

He would repair whatever errors he had committed against her, by the self-immolation of marriage with one little congenial with himself.

He who had once revolted from marriage with the noble and gentle Viola!--he had learned in that world of wrong to know that right is right, and that Heaven did not make the one sex to be the victim of the other.

The young visions of the Beautiful and the Good rose once more before him; and along the dark ocean of his mind lay the smile of reawakening virtue, as a path of moonlight.